A Memoir for Ama
- Tina Cheng
- Nov 4, 2020
- 2 min read
I will be compiling a memoir of written stories and memories of Ama and will translate these to Spanish (to produce a copy in both English and Spanish). I will find a way to publish this online and will also like to make printed copies available. Please feel free to send these to me by email: tinazilla@gmail.com. I welcome stories, paintings, etc, and on any topic related to Ama, be that a fond memory, how she has impacted your life or the lives of others, etc. If you'd like to send something written or non-digital, send me an email and I can give you my physical address. Thank you all 🙏🏽 ❤️ !!!
A random story for you all... "The Red Corvette Guy"
It had been almost a week since Ama's prognosis for terminal cancer. We were warned by her hospice nurse that the end was near. I sat in the Las Ondas living room with a few old Las Ondas roommates, going through a stack of photos from a collage folder that Ama had kept. She had old photos of her as a child, of her father, her mother, her brother, her family; sacred memories. And then, amongst her sweet family photos, I pulled out a photo of a red corvette parked outside Las Ondas. I showed the photo to the others, and we all burst out laughing. Although none of us had been together when the photo was taken, we all knew the story. Ama had gone to a speed dating event and met a guy from silicon valley that she arranged to go on a date with. I remember waiting with her for her date, and then, we see this hot flashy red corvette pull up and we bust up laughing. Incredulous, I grabbed my phone and snapped a photo. Gary, who was at the speed dating event, remarked - "let's just say the corvette was a pretty good representation of the guy's personality." Ama had fun on her date but not surprisingly, he was not her prince charming. However, he would forever become known as the infamous red corvette guy and I imagine, at least, that it must have brought her a lot of laughs to have included this photo amongst her most cherished family memories.
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